ReginaldChapter 19
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“I am of the same opinion,” said Reg. “Our conclusion was that a person, who we have tentatively identified as a relative of the owner, fired a Very pistol or similar flare pistol into the basement through the coal shute, and started the blaze. We have worked out that the physics of the flare cartridge’s trajectory would mean that it would bounce around inside the basement until it lost momentum and burnt out on the floor. The arsonist probably went in to clear the floor so that he could remove any signs of the burnt-out flare. Our technical opinion is that the flare would have left traces on the walls where it hit them, so that a fire investigator with sensitive equipment and a knowledge of what residues the flare would leave, should be able to discover the proof you need. Has the investigator done that yet?”
“I think he is doing that this morning. I showed him your report and he was impressed, particularly with the chemistry you postulated might be involved. He told me he knows what to do now, and is keen to test the walls. As the residue will be coated with soot from the fire, it becomes more difficult to discover small quantities unless you know exactly what you are looking for, but he now does.”
“Excellent. When do you expect him to report back to you?”
“Some time this afternoon, all being well. Is there any way we can take this arsonist to court? You said you identified him.”
“We already knew of the man’s previous activities. When we found that he was a relative of the owner, we asked the police if there had been a search of his possessions. There was, and that included a flare gun, which had no business being with him, so that turned our minds as to how a flare gun could be used without harming the arsonist or lighting up the night. Firing it into the opened coal shute was the answer. The owner had to have unbolted and opened the hatch from the inside to allow the flare to be fired in, so that makes him culpable. Showing that the relative with the flare gun was there at the time and did the dastardly deed is well nigh impossible to prove in court, so he will get away with that one, I am afraid.”
“Fascinating. I will not ask you how you got the police to admit the relative had a flare gun, as long as you can prove it should that fact be deemed essential.”
“Oh, it is a provable fact, I assure you. We have a reputation to uphold, so we do not state something unless we can prove it to be true. That is why we get referrals from satisfied clients.”
“Thank you then, Mr Robertson. Looking at your company name, do you actually offer to recover items thought to be stolen?”
Reg hesitated before replying. “I shall be honest with you. The Board has considered taking on such tasks, without making a final decision, but so far we have not been asked to accomplish a recovery such as you describe. Mostly we look into companies and organisation who have unexpected financial losses, and find the answer. As with other clients, we will not take on a task unless we judge it to be possible, as our basic fee is £50,000, and we do not take money for doing nothing. The Board feels strongly about that point, which is why they have been reticent about cases such as you postulate.”
“I shall pass that information along to our investigations team, in case they may have an interest in obtaining your services for particularly questionable major claims which are awkward to dispute with the claimant.”
Reg told him, “I am most grateful for that, sir. As soon as we can confirm payment for our current efforts, we will be in the market for new work from your company at a suitable date.”
“Thank you, Mr Robertson. Stay in touch. Goodbye.”
Reg relaxed as he closed his phone. He didn’t even feel nauseous or headachy so far. That was encouraging.
Half an hour later, Maryam was back with a printout of her set of principles. That surprised Reg.
“Maryam, that was very quick. I expected it would take you much longer to think it over and write it out, then type it into the computer.”
“I didn’t do that, Reg. I am not good with computers, so I asked Sidra for help. I dictated what I wanted to say, and got her to type it into her word processing program. We went over it for typos and other amendments. I added a little more, then we printed it out.”
She handed the printout to Reg, and he started perusing it, using the speed-reading facility that he had learned. Finishing this first read-through, he marvelled at how well she had done, and started re-reading to get a deeper understanding of her words. This was done at a slower pace, but there were only a couple of pages of text, so it did not take long.
“This is good, Maryam. There is nothing I would actively disagree with here, though I would like to see certain aspects nuanced slightly. I don’t think you need my input after all. Go ahead and use it with all four girls, to get their reactions. It should be interesting to hear what they have to say.”
Later in the day, he got a call from Sergeant Phillips.
“Reg, just a quick call to apprise you of the activities of a certain husband who shall be nameless but whose wife recently fled the marital home. You get me?”
“I do.”
“He has got his lawyer digging into all sorts of places where his wife might be hiding. At times, the lawyer appears to be overstepping the bounds of what he can legally do, and we suspect he is being bribed to act beyond his official duties. The police in some forces have been receiving complaints about these activities, and with us having jurisdiction in the man’s home turf, the stories have come back to us, and thereafter to me, to do something about it.
A little bird has advised me that one of your ladies has an ‘in’ with a top legal man in London. Is that true?”
“It is true, Terence. Is there some action you would like to see?”
“If this lawyer is breaching his professional standards, someone should have him investigated. Would you agree that such action is warranted?”
“That sounds as if some action ought to be taken, Terence. Care to leave that thought with me, along with the lawyer’s name?”
Terence passed on that information, adding, “I always know that you will do the right thing, Reg. Farewell for now.”
Reg thought about this matter for a little while, then went back to his textbook about early man. The statements that he was reading, about the transition from hunter-gatherers to farmers seemed more a matter of modern academic assumptions rather than proper examination of evidence. The book assumed that some hunter-gatherers gradually switched to a static way of life in an area of high levels of nearby game, fruits and berries, or even fish, and later such settled people took up farming to produce high levels of food for expansion.
It was a straight-forward assumption, and on the face of it was a valid assumption, but Reg was also aware of the propensity of humans to want to take control and dictate to other humans how they should live.
It was that darker view that Reg was considering in relation to such a move from one lifestyle to another. There were certain facts that disturbed him. One was that while farming gave a higher yield of food, it required a high expenditure of energy and toil to achieve such results. The other factor was the discovery that contrary to expectations, the hunter-gatherer lifestyle provided a higher calorific food value than farming, and a more varied diet than farming could offer.
Basically, moving to a static encampment was a retrograde step for most hunter-gatherers, so why should they make such a move? If farming was already established, there might be an argument, but the book presupposed a permanent encampment long before farming started.
There might be other advantages to a settled lifestyle, such as not having to carry everything from one site to another and not having to leave your sick, elderly and younger children back at the old camp while you transition to the new one. These were only temporary setbacks, so initially there was no other incentive towards a settled lifestyle.
Reg’s darker vision saw the static encampment as a place where the less desirable members of your tribe could be constrained with little effort. The young teen boys could be given the responsibility of perimeter defence against marauding animals and humans. Beyond the permanent encampment there could be an elite warrior lurking out of sight, and occasionally within sight, so that forced residents would not risk going far beyond the encampment.
If you have what is in effect a captive group, they can be set to producing stuff for the elite hunters – weapons, clothes and equipment; pottery and other cooking essentials, and a reliable source of stored food at any time it was required.
In addition, if the tribe encountered another tribe and ended up with male captives, these could be put to work at the permanent encampment, threatened with death if they were found attempting to escape. It would not take many older men with weapons to keep an eye on them.
Female captives taken on raids could be added to the camp and be put to work sewing clothes, cooking food, and producing more children for the tribe. It all did its part to ensure the future of the tribe, which was what mattered.
That perverse scenario had just as much validity as that proposed by the textbook with its assumption of non-violent interaction all the time; a general condition of amity. Pacifism was not what Reg envisaged, based on his reading of human history throughout the world.
Hunting and foraging areas had potential flashpoints on meeting other tribes, based on thousands of years of human experience, in Reg’s mind-picture. It may smack of concentration camps of the 19th and 20th centuries, but its intentions were ultimately benign. The tribe was merely structuring its activities towards long-term survival. Farming and construction were by-products of that social reorganisation; things they could make happen because of that static camp.
For a while, hunter-gathering from the locality would support the inhabitants, but there would be an eventual need for a year-round food supply. Grains offered that option, as they stored well in pots or lined pits in the ground. Instead of gathering the grain from the wild countryside, you ‘persuaded’ it to grow in and around your camp, and this started the farming process. They would have already noted that gourds and nuts would keep well and remain edible for a long time. Certain nutritious green-leaved vegetables would continue to grow as long as grazing animals were kept away, and that would supply another plant element for the human food range.
The drawback of an entirely agricultural style of life was the arrival of scurvy and rickets because of solely grain-based food sources, and body damage arising from repetitive labour.
The essential element of this new society was the initial establishment of a year-round camp, and that new institution would early on be supplied by the hunter-gatherers who ultimately controlled what happened at the encampment. Once the two lifestyles failed to link together, health of the settled group began to suffer. Those who retained the hunter-gatherer lifestyle were unaffected, and could move on if the game moved on. The settled group had to forage near the camp for meat, until they domesticated meat animals like sheep and goats.
Over lunch, Hermione reported on the business enquiries they had received. Most were not suited to the company, so Reg authorised the “Sorry, but unfortunately...” replies to be sent. The other quieries looked more interesting, so he asked Hermione to seek additional information before the company could commit itself one way or the other.
The idea of a bank asking them to investigate a failing company was unexpected. Presumably the bank suspected chicanery of some kind, and wanted to see if they could recover the cash they had loaned the firm. That could be complicated, as it would mean assessing the market for the company’s products, and estimate why the company was failing: pricing too high, bad customer service, or criminal activity of some kind.
Reg told Hermione, “For that one, ask for an overview of the failing company and the bank’s own view of the market for their products.”
Hermione made a careful note of this instruction, as she guessed it might be a proposal worth a punt by R.E.G.
At last, the girls arrived from university, and clattered into the house, a few calling for tea or coffee, declaring themselves parched. Others headed instead for their husband, to kiss him as evidence of their continuing love. The thirsty ones had no less love, but wanted their drinks before they greeted their man. Maryam was in the corridor and was almost run over by the five girls who simply greeted her, “Hi, Maryam!” before charging on.
Reg accepted the kisses and asked, “No-one has morning sickness now?”
Frances reported, “No, we are all fine for now. There is no guarantee it won’t return, but it is normally only during the first month or two of pregnancy. Did you not read up on this, Reg?”
“I did, but it was made clear in the advice that there is no such thing as a ‘normal’ pregnancy. They are all different.”
Frances revealed, “Talking of which, the midwife is due again tomorrow morning, before we leave for our classes. Will you hang around while she is checking us over? You have avoided your responsibilities recently, and I want you there tomorrow, so she manages to recognise what you look like!”
Reg knew the reply he had to give: “Yes, dear.”
“Right. Now, how are things with Maryam and her daughters, and is Jessica improving?”
“I got her to write down a set of principles of general religious and moral behaviour that children should learn and abide by. She did so, and I approved it, so she has taken it to the four girls for discussion. I have not heard back on that. Perhaps you could find out, Frances?”
“That is unusual. I must get on to that immediately, for I want to see what she has come up with. What did Jessica say?”
“Oops! I forgot to speak to Jessica about it. Would you take Maryam to her bedroom and talk it over together?”
“Reginald Robertson! It is you who ought to have done that, but I can see how embarrassing it would be for you at this stage, so I will give Jessica your abject apologies, and let you off the hook.”
“Thank you, my love. Blame it on my emotional shock symptoms, though I have to tell you I felt much improved today.”
“You have? Excellent; long may it continue, though don’t jump back to full-time study just yet. This may be a temporary respite. I want to see you properly back to normal, Reg.” She ran her hand lovingly round his cheek, showing that she had his best interests at heart.
“I will go see Jessica right away.”
Once she had gone, Reg only had time to lift his book and find his place before several other wives barged in to question him about his health. He patiently answered their queries, and they left to attend to essays, etc. allocated by their professors.
When Freda arrived to check his condition, he was reminded of his legal question.
“Freda my love, do you think it is possible to badger your father again, or am I being a bit of a nuisance to him?”
“Reg darling, it depends on what you are asking. If it is important, I will add my bit of pressure, and Daddy will act for us.”
“It is Maryam’s husband that she is escaping from. My spies tell me that he has his lawyer badgering organisations up and down the country, trying to locate Maryam. The vibes I am getting is that the lawyer is overstepping the bounds of his authority as a lawyer, and that perhaps an investigation into his activities by the Law Society might be in order. I have been given his name – John Jepson, so he should be readily identifiable. Do you think your father could instigate an inquiry into the man’s practices, on the basis of a public complaint?”
“That sounds perfectly reasonable. Have you got specifics that can be pointed to?”
“Not without revealing that my informant is a policeman, and I don’t want to let that be known. I have no evidence of my own; only what information has been passed to me. Can we arrange for the name to be given to your father as an anonymous complaint and tip-off?”
“I think that is do-able. I can tell Daddy that he will be getting an anonymous tip-off that a lawyer is exceeding his remit and should be checked out smartish; than I’ll get one of the girls to phone in the anonymous information on the name. I’ll give Daddy’s business phone number to Jemima, and she can be the anonymous informant. This could be fun!”
Reg cautioned her, “As long as he doesn’t get attacked afterwards, like last time, Freda. I respect your father and would not like him to be hurt because of us.”
“I know, my darling. You worry about everyone, even though you don’t need to. Most of us can take care of ourselves, except in an emergency; and you will either be there to help, or you won’t, and that will not make a blind bit of difference to the situation. As the Americans like to say, ‘Shit happens!’, so live with it, my dear.”
“Freda, you are going to be a great lawyer, for you can explain your point very succinctly. Thanks, now go see about your father, love.”
Finally getting back to his textbook, Reg settled down again. Reading about the poor health of early urban dwellers of ten thousand years ago, Reg wondered at this data from old bones. It implied that the settled population was dependent on a grain-based food supply. What could have happened to the link with the hunter-gatherers, who should be supplying wild game, fish, honey, fruit and nuts and so on, to supplement the farm-raised foods? One would expect there to be trading between the two social groups: grain for game, etc., just like two countries would trade to the benefit of both.
It was if the two cultures had turned to segregation instead of cooperation. Otherwise, why would there not be a plentiful supply of food from the surrounding countryside to supplement the staple grain products? Was the supply limited, and reserved for the elite in the village? Was the population outgrowing the food supply from the countryside? Were the poorer section of the village society being deprived of good food for economic reasons or being socially ostracised?
“Thanks for the invite, but your mother expects me home tonight, so I must refuse. In fact, I’d better be off, so that I am not too late in getting home. My best wishes to all of you. Let me know if you need anything, Frances.” “I will, Dad. Give my love to Mum.” A few minutes later, Mr LeBrun was back in his car and driving away. They all returned to the living room, where they reviewed the visit. Prudence was delighted with Mr LeBrun. “Your Dad is a really likeable guy, Frances.” “I...
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When Jessie got in the front door of her own home and had waved the other two goodbye she made her way into her own living room and plonked herself down, with a happy little sigh, onto her own sofa. Bryce Unsworth came in shortly afterwards and plonked himself right down next to the still naked Jessie. “Your mom’s around at Carrie’s aunt’s place” he said. “Apparently there’s been some developments over in Germany that she wanted to talk to Glenda about face to face. I have no idea what it is...
Author: manoj രണ്ടു വര്ഷം ജോലി ചെയ്തു കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോളാണ്ഡി ഒരു കാര്യം മനസ്സിലായത്, MBA ഇല്ലെങ്കില് പ്രൊമോഷന് താധയവ. അങ്ങനെ ഒരു പേര് കേട്ട കോളേജില് ചേര്ന്ന്. നല്ല കാണാന് ചരക്കുകളാണ് കൂടെ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നത്. ഡിഗ്രിക്ക് കൂടെ പഠിച്ച ചരകുകള് ഒരുമാതിരി മെഗാസീരിയല് നായികമാരെപ്പോലെ പതിവ്രത കോഴ്സിനു പോകുന്നവര് ആയിരുന്നു. ഒന്ന് കമ്പി പറഞ്ഞാല് പോലും കമ്പ്ലയിന്റ് ആയിരുന്നു, അവരോടുള്ള കമ്പനി ഞാന് ആദ്യവര്ഷം തന്നെ കളഞ്ഞു. ഇവിടെയും അങ്ങനെയുള്ള കുരെയെന്നമായിരിക്കും ഉണ്ടാവുക എന്നാണ് ആദ്യ നിരീക്ഷണ ഫലത്തില്...
I am Robert Harmon, a fifty-eight year old white divorced male and this is my story. I scored 9.4 on my CAP test. It was almost a year after the President's announcement and I decided to go to the food court in a mall near-by for lunch. If nothing else maybe an hour of people watching, with the new female fashions of the day, would improve my mood. I'd never been to that mall before. The food court was in an unusual place in the mall as far as I was concerned. It was on the third floor away...
My story is fiction. Or is it? My name is justice I am male. I was 16 years old when I had this experience. This story is about my girlfriend, her best friend Sassy, my best friend Armand and me. We were all 16 years old at the time. My girlfriends name is Sasha, she’s Spanish nice looking with average size tits with a beautiful body and nice black hairy pussy, Sassy lives on the same street as Sasha, She is a natural red head about 5’5” slender , Nice hand size tit’s and very...
Introduction: Francine had two choices….. The four girls quickly packed their suitcases and rushed down to the hotel lobby. The vacation from the warm tropical destination was nearing the end. For six days the girls tanned drank and slutted it out. They ranged in age from 18 to 21. Amy the oldest and sluttiest of the four was railed by eight guys on the bed one night. By the time they were finished she looked like a frosted cake. Cum drenched her. Her ass and pussy worked over and stretched....
In the wake of Master Darkblade's departure the Jedi Council began a period of adjustment. As an important voice, his decisions and advice had proven invaluable over the years. Now without him the Jedi were having more trouble keeping an eye on their numerous enemies. Other changes had included a shift by some members of the council to a more traditional view. Without James to push modernization it was inevitable. The first casualty was Aayla Secura. Some of the master's had begun to...
"So, life begins at forty, huh?" Jack asked. "What's that?" I looked up from my sandwich. "I said, life begins at forty. Look at you! You seem happier than I've seen you for months." "You're right," I grinned. "Things with Janice are going fantastically." "Well, good," he said. "Janice deserves to be happy." Jack was right. Things were fantastic. And best of all was the sex. Janice and I were having sex nearly every day! She was so horny, and her new, more demanding...
Memories Revisited: Fixing God's Mistake By Heather St. Claire Diane McMasters poured another cup of coffee for herself and her husband David. The morning sun was streaming into their kitchen and glistened from the stainless steel appliances. The kitchen was big, modern and filled with light?every woman's dream. Diane had particular appreciation for it because David had built it with his own hands. His success as a building contractor had made it possible for their family to enjoy...
I went to college about 75 miles from my home. About once a month I would go home for the weekend, bringing my laundry with me in a battered brown case that once belonged to my father. I'm sure my mother noticed the dried pale yellow stains on my T-shirts and briefs but mercifully never said a word.Because I didn't own a car, I had to take a couple of buses, and then hitchhike the remaining 30 miles. Back in those days, hitchhiking was more common and safer. And so, one cold, rainy November...
The Irish Priest An Irish priest was transferred to Texas... Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new west Texas mission parish. He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside. He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn. He promptly called the local police station. The conversation went like this: "Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?" "And...
After we ate dinner, I could tell you were waiting for your “dessert” that I had planned for you. I was washing some simple dishes when you came up behind me, wrapped your strong arms around my waist. You gently kissed me sending shivers down my spine. “Now, don’t be in such a rush.” I dried my hands off and turned to face you. “I want you to remember this night forever.” I gave you a slight kiss on the nose. You smiled and picked me up to carry me into the bedroom. I giggled at the nice...
Straight Sex"This," she thought to herself, "was the life." There is nothing quite like taking a much needed vacation; Lisa felt transported to a whole new life. It was a life completely separate from the stressful, monotonous work of a secretary for one of the largest insurance companies in New York. In her two years as an employee, this was the first time she was able to get away from it all and have a weekend completely to herself. Lisa glanced lazily at her phone, which was on the towel...
“Being a diplomat is not just about knowing the laws as they are written,” Jules said as he paced before the holographic fireplace, Zuki watching him intently as she took notes. “Nor is it limited to interpreting and understanding how those laws are applied. It’s also about forging connections between people and governments, knowing who talk to and how to do it, navigating the bureaucracy in order to get the information that you need.” “What kind of information?” she asked. He considered for...
by bodaciousbob © In 'Tami and Bo', Tanya had watched as Tami got hers. Now she wanted some of the action. As soon as the bristles of the small camel hairbrush touched her nipple, her nipple became hard with the delightful sensation it sent through her skin. Bo ran the soft brush around the pebbly skin surrounding her hardening nipple causing Tanya to giggle. "You will have to do better than that if you intend to win," she said in a mocking tone. "Oh! I will," was his only...
Linda took me to the party. She said I would love it and meet a lot of sexy guys and have the best time. Before we left she brought over a dress for me to wear. She told me "You want to dress and attract a lot of attention." The dress was silky and short. She told me to not wear a bra as the dress cupped my tits. She picked out a skimpy thong to also wear. I felt exposed but sexy and erotic. I actually felt wild. We took a taxi to the party held at a very wealthy well know play boy's house. It...
This is Sandeep, back with another blockbuster. Thanks a lot to all the readers for appreciating my previous story: . I also got some discreet enquiries from mumbai gals to which I have already responded. So here I go: Shalini Aunty, 40, was a family friend of our family. She used to live with her father Vikram, 68, who was previously in Army and retired as Brigadier. Brig Vikram (Retd) lost his wife when Shalini aunty was in college. Since then he had raised aunty alone and sworn never to...
IncestIt was all I could do to fend off Steven Friday night and all day Saturday. "You're saving yourself for Dawn," I reminded him. "I don't need to save myself, Terri," he argued. "There will be plenty for Dawn." But, I was adamant. "Remember," I told him, "you are the star attraction. The main reason this is happening is because Larry wants to watch you with Dawn. So, you need to be on your best behavior and loaded for bear." What I hadn't told my loving husband was that I had...
The teen years are confusing enough for everyone but, for those, like me, who don’t quite fit the description of normal, whatever that is, they can be extremely confusing and frustrating. In my case, there really wasn’t anything normal about me. First, I was not a member of the predominant religion in the area that over ninety percent of my classmates were. In addition, I was physically larger than all but one or two others in the school and had a full thick beard by the time I was sixteen....
Gay MaleFreddie Benson awoke with a start. He kept his eyes closed, still trying to hold on to the final seconds of sle*p and his amazing dreams. The previous night, Freddie lost his virginity at age 15 and fucked his best friend, Carly Shay, and he was still having flashbacks of his unforgettable experience. Freddie was picturing Carly sucking on his erect cock, and he could even feel Carly's warm lips bobbing up and down his hard shaft. In fact, Freddie felt like somebody actually was giving him a...
It was a cold night. I shivered in my bed as I listened to the raindrops hit the window of my bedroom. I rolled over in my bed and sighed. How I missed Jason... how I dearly missed my man. The source of all my happiness, the father of my only son, and the light of all my sexual fires. But now he's gone. Left our son, Kye, and I to fend for ourselves. God knows where he went to. Just vanished one night, without a trace.But I can bear it. Everyday I wake up to see our son, and his gorgeous, deep...
IncestLisa opened her eyes, she attempted to move her hands to wipe her eyes, but she couldn't, she looked down at her hands still covered with her gloves, her hands had ropes around them that were attached to the bed that she was laying on, she felt a tight m Lisa opened her eyes, she attempted to move her hands to wipe her eyes, but she couldn't, she looked down at her hands still covered with her gloves, her hands had ropes around them that were attached to the bed that she was laying on,...
Friday morning, Richard and I were at the courthouse early. We had gotten close to a deal with the government that I could actually live with. Just a couple things were wrong with it. It had me moving to a place of "safety", with the government being in charge of said safety. And they refused to say where I would be moving to. Another thing is, they wanted me wired 24/7. There was no way. They did agree to return my passport if I allowed them to have me under surveillance anywhere I went;...
I will take you through my journey of relationship that has evolved from a respected elder to a slave and slut. Yes, this is an incest story and involves hardcore violation of womanhood. I would like you to feel what I felt with her. From my first horny feel for her to first touch to first blowjob, first exhibition and beyond. I hope you like and enjoy it. I have been reading a few stories on blogs like this and felt I should share mine as well. It's a reality but not a story, in fact, it's a...
IndianAfter spending a couple weeks in I was getting a little stir crazy and craving a night out dancing. I waited all day for Scott to come home from work. I know he had a long day and would probably be too tired to go out. So I dressed to impress, thigh high skirt, stockings with garter, tight near sheer belly shirt, and yes NO PANTIES. When he got home his poor knees were killing him but by the way I was dressed he knew I wanted to go dance and play. He agreed we needed a night out. He showered...
Christopher was excited about the forthcoming weekend. It should be fun. He had indeed warmed to Jenny. Now that she had shed her shyness and therefore her 'jolly hockey sticks' she had shown herself to be a considerate, friendly, intelligent and amusing girl. Certainly friendly in the light of her remark about wanting him to share her bed last Friday and inviting herself to spend two nights with him this coming weekend. He was mildly concerned by it in fact. Was she an easy lay? More...
My husband and I want to thank you – Part 2Sorry it has taken so long to submit part 2. Sometimes ideas dry up and inspiration wanes, but in the end it all comes back. I had many requests to continue this story, so here it is.In the initial story, Robbie Carteret had taken a job as an architect with the Construction firm of Conley and Son in Galion, Ohio. After many profitable years, Conley and Son had fallen on hard times.The US economy had gone in the dumpster and times were so hard that...
SwingersThis completes a story that was written by another author here that I felt never finished the story, so I added chapter 3 It was another hot day in the Florida sunshine. Keith looked up at the clear blue sunshiny sky as he closed his tool box up for the last time. He’d been working down in Southwest Florida for the past several months working on construction sites. He was really going to miss this hot weather. Sometimes it became a little unbearable in the summer but you couldn’t beat working...
The Retreat As usual, Kei was awakened by the AI. Stretching, she luxuriated in the feeling of waking to a new day. Nothing like a half dozen orgasms to make me wake feeling like a million dollars, she thought as she slid her pillow back to sit against the headboard for a moment. Her right hand, almost of its own accord, eased into her panties to cup her sex. As a fingertip touched her button, her body arched and she gave out a shuddering sigh. I am a grown woman, not some teenager who...
Alyson Webber sat nervously in front of her new boss, and could not believe after she worked 18 years for this company it could end like this. She looked at her new boss, and cringed at the way he now openly leered at her lush body. She was happy when Mr. Ryan said he was going to retire and Alyson thought this was her time to move up to vice president, but when she looked at her new boss, Mr. Ryan's 18-year-old son, Daniel Ryan, and Alyson felt everything she worked so hard for all these...
I woke up to find Elizabeth and Amanda snuggled up against me with their heads on my chest. As much as I hated to wake them, I wasn’t into golden showers and my bladder was flashing the two-minute warning. I shook them awake enough to allow me to slip out of bed and go relieve myself. When I came back out to get dressed, they were cuddled up together, already back asleep. I threw my running gear on and jogged over to the pens to get Mandy. She smiled when she saw me coming, then laughed and...
This was originally a story by DevinaTv entitled 'Davina in Trouble'. I changed it to reflect my own personel 'kinks' but only as I loved the original so much, so close to my own fantasies - thanks DevinaTv love your work xxx"You see David or is it Slut Sadie ? or both ?" she laughed, "you left a piece of paper in the mac you asked us to clean for you. You left the shop so quickly my assistant could not check the pockets before you left. She passed the paper on to me and being the nosey type...
Sherrie was determined to stay in with Jennifer, and Jerry didn't feel like an evening out with us, so Mr. and Mrs. Bell, Colleen, Rebecca, and I were chauffeured from The Plaza to the Russian Tea Room for Thanksgiving dinner. The hotel set it all up: the limo, the private dining room, and the orchestra seating to Les Miserables. Dinner was superb. We dined on succulent turkey with all the trimmings, and everything else you could think of if you were having a traditional Thanksgiving feast....